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The Agency: A Pharos and Alistair Novel

Novel By: Leah Marie P
Young adult

Andromeda Pharos doesn't know what she's doing anymore. Cathetica's most wanted criminal? Nothing new there. On the run? An every day kinda deal. Falling in love with Cathetica's most trusted and only superhero, Hero X? I think she sees where her problem lies. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 24, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I was standing in front of the door of the penthouse suite. This place was insane. Black tinted glass flooring, black glass walls in the casino(minus the hotel rooms), red and blue jewels encrusted everywhere. What idiot designed this place? I sighed though, knowing that if Xander was in the room he'd hear me but no one opened the door. I knocked on it, leaning on the threshold wearing a new set of clothing. Same style. Black cotton leggings, black thigh length leather boots, black leather jacket, black t-shirt, and my ice white hair pulled into a high ponytail. Such a blunt contradiction.

The door didn't open after a few minutes so I sighed again. I bent down and traced the edge of the door. "Completely sealed. Shit," I whispered. No way could I get through there. It was an electric lock so I couldn't work my way through that either. I stood up straight and put my hands on my hips thinking and staring at the door.

"Boo." I was gonna scream but someone's hand came over my mouth. I quickly kicked my foot back, but my attacker grabbed my ankle and pulled my body closer. I relaxed though as soon as his scent filled my nostrils. "You really should pay more attention to your surroundings." I could just hear his smirk.

"You should seriously stop pulling this kinda crap. You're lucky all my weapons were confiscated. All of them," I added quietly, missing one in particular.

"Well I got one back. Seemed special." He let me go and I turned around to see what he was holding. My dagger, the one thing left to me from my father and he risked status to get it back to me. I gulped and looked up at him. "Least I can do. I should have noticed the cops coming up the hill when we were on top of the chimney." He took a step closer and held the dagger out to me, the blade pointing towards him. I reached out to grab it but he flipped it in the air and pushed me against the wall faster than I thought he would and caught the dagger with his face buried in my neck. I gulped again. I could feel his lips turn up to a smirk. "Feeling flustered?" I scoffed and pushed him away. I thought I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but that doesn't make sense.

"Why did you want me to meet you here?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest and kicking a foot up to lean against the wall. "Why'd you risk getting in trouble with the cops? They trust you. Not exactly the best idea to free someone on Cathetica's most wanted list." I say, trying to get my emotions back in line. I knew why I wanted him to want me here. I'm no prude, but now isn't the time.

He simply looked at me, almost glaring, for a few minutes before taking out a black card from his jeans pocket. I hadn't really noticed that he was in street clothes. He looked normal. I bit my bottom lip looking at him. Regular black jeans, black shoes, dark blue polo. He took a step towards me and my breath hitched. He smirked and side stepped me to open the door, holding it open for me. I nodded and walked past him. I honestly didn't bother looking around the penthouse suite. From my attitude, I wouldn't be invited much longer, I assumed.

"You gonna tell me why I'm here now?" I asked as I took a seat on a black couch. I brought my feet up and sat on it length wise. Leaning my back against the arm and feet/legs spread straight in front of me. "Or keep me in the dark?" I asked not looking at him.

He moved and sat down opposite of me on a dark red couch. Leaning forward and putting his forearms on his knees. "You need my help." I scoffed and stood up, walking towards the small kitchen. "I'm serious, Andy." I turned my head towards him.

"Stop calling me Andy. And on what planet would I need your help?" I ask, venom practically seeping through my words as my claws extended and my eyes went cat like. Everything white except a tiny sliver of black in the center of both eyes. I turned on him fully and got closer. My claws never receding. "I don't need your help with whatever it is you think I do. And I suggest you realize that I'm more deadly than I look. You've seen me shift. Now that you have, I have no problem putting you on your ass." I spit out again.

He never even blinked. All I remember in that long silence and then the two of us attacking each other.


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